The coffice is busy and noisy when I get there. The sun, shining outside, seems to have brought people out nice and early. I order my coffee and sit down. It goes quiet. Do they know I have come to listen? Don’t worry, I’m here to work too.
The voices rise again. A lady nearby has the Daily Mail open in front of her, this could be fun. She’s threatening to put on her reading glasses as she talks to the family member with her. On… off… on… But there is no comment as she flicks through the paper. The Daily Mail must be losing it.
Two older gentlemen leave. They would look equally at home sitting in a cafe on the streets of Napoli enjoying an espresso.
From another table, ‘She’s not even 13!’ Oh, this could be interesting, but it is followed by, ‘Jason is better than Freddy.’ Is that still a thing?
Girls will be girls
The ladies of a certain age are back. They are acting like a group of young lads at a pub, jostling over who will buy the next round. One of them is ordering a double shot. Now, they are picking up on the news that drinking a little wine each day is good for you. Yes, just a glass a day, but they also seem au fait with more than two glasses. The analogy with young lads is growing. Oh, and the house that was sold is now available ‘to let’.
A lot of those who were here when I arrived have left. Just a few of us lonely souls are left. To be honest it is lovely. The gentle sound of inoffensive coffee-shop music and the odd puff of steam from the coffee maker.
I would stay but I need to go to the post office. Now that will be a very different experience.